The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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3 6 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
think <strong>the</strong>re are many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m. Quite a harem!<br />
Will you please tell your wife precisely how many<br />
concubines you do keep?"<br />
Still he didn't answer, only looked at her <strong>and</strong><br />
looked.<br />
"And so," Clare continued, failing to get a word<br />
out <strong>of</strong> him, "when you married me in Engl<strong>and</strong> you<br />
loved one, or perhaps it is two, o<strong>the</strong>r girls?"<br />
"Good God, Clare!" her husb<strong>and</strong> suddenly let<br />
out, "you don't suppose I love <strong>the</strong>m, do you?"<br />
"I really don't know what you call love—Soloman,"<br />
she told him with bitter irony.<br />
"You are a woman, <strong>and</strong> cannot underst<strong>and</strong>,<br />
Clare."<br />
"Oh, no, <strong>of</strong> course not. Women never do underst<strong>and</strong><br />
anything, do <strong>the</strong>y? We're just chattels. Oh,<br />
no, I don't underst<strong>and</strong>. How should I?"<br />
"Love is mental, not physical, Clare. Oh, yes, I<br />
know it must, in <strong>the</strong> nature <strong>of</strong> things, lead to <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r, but primarily, I mean, in <strong>the</strong> first place,<br />
love—I mean real love, Clare, dear—is as far removed<br />
from mere desire as<br />
"And so you want to ask me to believe that you<br />
never really loved this—<strong>the</strong>se—Bruce, how many<br />
girls were <strong>the</strong>re?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> man looked at her gravely. He could<br />
scarcely tell her that if on very rare occasions some<br />
new girl greatly attracted him an affluent pension<br />
came unwittingly to ano<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
"Whatever difference can it make?"<br />
"I must know. Tell me."<br />
"My dear, I warned you that as a European<br />
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woman you would never underst<strong>and</strong>. Whe<strong>the</strong>r you<br />
like it or not, <strong>and</strong> every woman born knows it in<br />
her soul, man is a polygamous animal. Every<br />
natural law under <strong>the</strong> sun proves it. One should<br />
bow to convention. I fully agree that marriage is<br />
without question <strong>the</strong> best, indeed, <strong>the</strong> only scheme<br />
to dovetail in with present-day Western civilisation.<br />
But as to its being natural—well, my dear, it simply<br />
isn't, that's all!"<br />
"You great beast! Oh, how I hate you! Repulsive<br />
brute!"<br />
Ignoring her, Bruce continued: "Speaking physically,<br />
only women are expected by nature to<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r one man's children. Once that law is<br />
broken you know as well as I do what results.<br />
Everything goes wrong. Contrarily, a male can<br />
support as many wives as—as he likes, <strong>and</strong> no harm<br />
results."<br />
"And so—so—you keep an Eastern harem?"<br />
"It's quite a recognised Eastern custom, Clare."<br />
Horror in her eyes, she stared at him. "And—<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> children, Bruce?"<br />
"Oh, no, Clare. <strong>The</strong>re are no children. <strong>The</strong><br />
mischance which has just occurred is totally out<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ordinary. I have no children. I only learned<br />
<strong>of</strong> this from Mackenzie recently. Good fellow,<br />
Mackenzie—think no end <strong>of</strong> him. Down on me<br />
like a ton <strong>of</strong> bricks. Don't blame him, ei<strong>the</strong>r! You<br />
know where you are with men <strong>of</strong> his stamp. I'm<br />
English myself, <strong>and</strong> proud <strong>of</strong> it; wouldn't be anything<br />
else for all you could give me, but <strong>the</strong>re is a<br />
lot to be said for our hardy friends up North.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y're clever, too—"